  &quot;Mr. Cara, are you okay?&quot; asked Braylee with a pale face and a forehead covered with cold sweat.
      Cara moved his lips and said, &quot;I'm okay.&quot;
      &quot;That's good,&quot; she said, heaving a sigh of reprieve.
      Looking at her grimly with a conflicted expression, he asked, &quot;Why did you save me?&quot;
      He saw firsthand how she rushed to rescue him without any hesitation the moment the beam fell down.
      She seemed overly concerned about him getting hurt.
      &quot;Isn't it normal to save others?&quot; Braylee weakly replied while smiling to shrug it off.
      After all, he was only here to help. If he had been the one injured, she would feel really bad.
      &quot;Mommy, are you okay?&quot; Connor asked anxiously as he raced over with Sharon tagging behind.
      Sharon was in tears. &quot;Mommy, you're bleeding. Boohoo...&quot;
      Watchin

  The manager was really grateful that this gentleman and the lady were so easy to deal with.
      &quot;Forget about the doctor. I've already called for one.&quot;
      As Cara finished speaking, a lax-sounding voice echoed from behind, &quot;Cara, who's the wounded one you've just mentioned?&quot;
      Braylee turned towards the voice and saw a baby-faced young man approaching.
      He was clad in bright-colored casual outfits, with curly hair and a cheeky smile that revealed his protruding upper canines, causing him to appear very cute.
      The word &quot;cute&quot; might not be an appropriate adjective to normally describe a man, yet in his instance, it was an absolutely apt description that matched his look.
      In fact, the word &quot;cute&quot; was probably made just for him.
      Braylee kept staring at the man, who turned out to be none other than Jackson Baker, with an

  Cara grunted.
      Braylee knelt down and began to tie the rope.
      After she was done, she clapped her hands before standing up. Feeling satisfied with herself, she asked, &quot;Mr. Cara, try moving a little. Does it feel tight?&quot;
      She was worried that her knot was too loose and that the rope would fall off easily. Hence, she tightened it slightly.
      Unintentionally, as her words fell upon Cara's ears, her innocent intention took a whole different meaning.
      &quot;Try moving a little, does it feel tight?&quot;
      Doesn't she know that her suggestive words can be easily misunderstood?
      Cara felt a hot flush creeping up to him. Tugging his tie to loosen it a little, he whispered in a low and hoarse voice, &quot;It's okay. Let's go with this.&quot;
      At this moment, a middle-aged man stood upon the referee's stand with a starter pistol and jovially announ

&quot;Mr. Cara, are you okay?&quot; asked Braylee with a pale face and a forehead covered with cold sweat.
      Cara moved his lips and said, &quot;I'm okay.&quot;
      &quot;That's good,&quot; she said, heaving a sigh of reprieve.
      Looking at her grimly with a conflicted expression, he asked, &quot;Why did you save me?&quot;
      He saw firsthand how she rushed to rescue him without any hesitation the moment the beam fell down.
      She seemed overly concerned about him getting hurt.
      &quot;Isn't it normal to save others?&quot; Braylee weakly replied while smiling to shrug it off.
      After all, he was only here to help. If he had been the one injured, she would feel really bad.
      &quot;Mommy, are you okay?&quot; Connor asked anxiously as he raced over with Sharon tagging behind.
      Sharon was in tears. &quot;Mommy, you're bleeding. Boohoo...&quot;
      Watching the two young ones getting all nervous and concerned about her, Braylee felt the warmth in

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